Chapter 132: The Million-Dollar Drinking Wager

Chapter 132: A Million-Dollar Drinking Wager

Damn it, isn't it just drinking? Who's afraid of whom? Yue Feiya was completely infuriated now. He could afford to lose face in front of anyone, but absolutely not in front of Wang Meiling. He was determined to pick a fight with this fellow named Ye Feng and let Wang Meiling know who was truly worthy of relying on for a lifetime. "What a joke! Would I be afraid of you? As long as you dare to drink, I dare to go all the way with you!"

"Well, well, quite imposing, aren't you? But I wonder what you'll look like when you lose miserably!" Ye Feng smiled faintly, looking at Yue Feiya as if he were nothing. He never lost when it came to fighting, and when it came to drinking, he was simply invincible. Back in the military, he had earned the prestigious reputation of being able to drain a thousand cups without ever getting drunk.

"My ass, I'm going to lose? Ye Feng, do you dare to make a wager with me?" Yue Feiya was thoroughly provoked now. Damn it, this was simply too insulting! Just think, he was the son of a vice-governor, someone who had been treated like the moon surrounded by stars ever since he was a child. Yet today, he actually ran into a punk who didn't give a damn about him, severely wounding Yue Feiya's pride.

"Hehe, a wager? Why does that sound so tacky? If you want to drink with me one-on-one, I'll keep you company till the end, but shouldn't we add some stakes to make it interesting?" Ye Feng grinned slyly. Anyway, he was a bit short on cash right now, so why not make some easy money? Besides, extracting money from a rich, spoiled brat like this could even be considered a public service!

"Drinking one-on-one? Great idea. Come on, let's drink!" Yue Feiya immediately walked over to Ye Feng's side, instructed the waiter to bring the liquor, and told the others to keep eating for now. Then, leaning close to Ye Feng's ear, he whispered, "Name your stake. As long as you dare, I'll take you on head-on!"

"Alright, how about this? Let's keep it simple and make it a million bucks. What do you think?" Ye Feng said with deliberate nonchalance. Truth be told, he didn't actually have that much money in his bank account, but Ye Feng trusted his alcohol tolerance. Dealing with a clown like this was more than enough; otherwise, how could he possibly get by in the world? Damn it!

"A million? No problem at all! But if you lose, you have to agree to one condition of mine!" Yue Feiya didn't care about a mere million. Damn it, what was a million? That was just his monthly allowance anyway. With his old man's private vault at home, he never had to worry about money.

"Great, absolutely no problem. It's a deal!" Ye Feng said with a smile. Damn it, did this guy think about who he was dealing with? How could he possibly lose? Suddenly, Ye Feng felt his sleeve being pulled. He looked down and saw it was Wang Meiling, who was pulling him back out of worry. Ye Feng smiled slightly to signal to Wang Meiling that there was no need to worry.

Hearing that Ye Feng was betting on a drinking contest with Yue Feiya because of her, Wang Meiling felt a surge of anxiety. She had heard rumors about Yue Feiya's impressive capacity for alcohol. Moreover, since Yue Feiya had dared to invite everyone out for drinks today, he must have come prepared. Terrified that Ye Feng would get the short end of the stick, she quickly grabbed his big hand, but Ye Feng motioned for her to relax. Although he had already agreed, Wang Meiling's heart remained anxious.

"Good, fantastic! Let's begin then." Right now, Yue Feiya was already imagining how he would finish off Ye Feng in three minutes, force Ye Feng to agree to break up with Wang Meiling forever, and make him scram immediately. Then, he would be left alone here to drink and dine with Wang Meiling. Once he got Wang Meiling drunk, he could drag her straight into the adjoining lounge and have his way with her. Damn it, at the mere thought of this, a triumphant smile spread across the corners of Yue Feiya's mouth, as if Wang Meiling were already intoxicated.

"Alright, let's start. But we should go drink over there. Since everyone is eating over here, we'll just disturb their appetite." Ye Feng glanced at the crowd and said. If this kid got drunk later and face-planted straight onto the dinner table like a dog eating shit, how could anyone else finish their meal?

"Fine, no problem!" Yue Feiya readily agreed. He casually grabbed a few bottles of fine liquor and walked over to a small table nearby. Yue Feiya felt ecstatic; he felt as light as a feather walking right now. In a moment, he would ruthlessly crush that arrogant punk beneath his feet—damn it, a fool who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

To keep things simple and efficient, Yue Feiya directly opened an entire bottle of fifty-plus-degree Baijiu. When Ye Feng walked over, Yue Feiya handed him a bottle straight away. "We still have dinner ahead of us, so let's get straight to the point. After three bottles, whoever passes out loses. If I pass out after three bottles, this is yours." With that, Yue Feiya pulled his checkbook out of his pocket, immediately wrote down a million-dollar check, and placed it on the table.

"Hehe, no problem. As long as you're game, I'll accompany you. If neither of us has hit the floor after three bottles, we'll keep going!" Ye Feng chuckled. At this moment, he finally felt that this Yue Feiya showed a tiny shred of manliness, though this pathetic little swagger was completely incomparable to his own.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe I can't drink you under the table!" Yue Feiya cursed angrily. He hoisted the bottle and started drinking straight from the rim. Ye Feng smiled faintly and began to drink as well. Deciding not to hold back anymore, Ye Feng combined three mouthfuls into one, and in barely a minute, he had polished off an entire bottle of Baijiu.

Finishing the first bottle, Ye Feng immediately picked up the second one from the table and chugged it down in one breath as well. Over at the other table, Liu Xue and the others were holding their breath, watching the battle unfold. Although everyone was still eating, hearing the massive commotion between the two men, they couldn't help turning their heads to watch. Liu Xue even leaned over to whisper in Wang Meiling's ear, inquiring about Ye Feng; this man was clearly no ordinary fellow.

Wang Meiling just smiled and replied, "He's just average. Ye Feng is simply the security department manager of a hotel!" Wang Meiling kept it brief. After all, she didn't want to say too much about Ye Feng right now, and besides, she didn't know that much about him either—she wasn't even that scoundrel's girlfriend.

Seeing how fiercely Ye Feng drank, Yue Feiya froze in disbelief. Damn it, what kind of monster did he run into today? Why was this guy so arrogant when it came to drinking? By the time Yue Feiya managed to finish his first bottle, he realized Ye Feng had already polished off the second. As Yue Feiya finished his second bottle, his stomach began to churn violently, a wave of dizziness washed over his brain, and he collapsed forward, crashing straight to the ground.

Ye Feng reached out to wipe the trace of liquor from the corner of his mouth, smiled faintly, and picked up the check from the table. Seeing Yue Feiya sprawled on the floor, Lu Hong rushed over to prop him up and hurriedly called the waiter to bring some hangover soup. After forcing half a bowl down his throat, Yue Feiya regained a tiny bit of sobriety. Soon after, Yue Feiya's bodyguards appeared and carried him away. Since everyone had more or less finished eating and drinking, and the original plan to hit up a KTV for some fun had fallen through because the sugar daddy was gone, the group had no choice but to disperse. As for Ye Feng, he accompanied Wang Meiling as they left together.